Keys of Faith, Keys of Joy,
Keys of Peace, Keys of Lore,
A Bong is the key,
The Key to the Way.

The Way is not a rebellion, or a haughty way to get attention,
The Way is a solution to the everydayness of most lives.
Changing wonder to mystical, love to passion, colors at every corner.
Promoting solemn brotherhood amongst all things, it inspires no wars, or battles of any kind.
The Way is Utopia. Let our lungs be our wings. Destination or not- we will surely travel in style.
and then just something I wrote stoned:
Fluttering skirts... longing stares through rain-stained windows
Sinking teeth into a red-burned apple, the hum and flow of laughter
Floating above feilds of green, running full steam into spring.
Climbing steps into foreign buildings in foreign cities,
Sharing un-controllable smiles with an old friend, hugging in a combustion of joy and reminisce.
Admiring the brown tendrils of hair, curling back up on a neck of purity,
Evening campfires, the glow of the stars twinkling down upon soothed spirits,
Every morning a blissful reminder of being alive another day,
Life. Infinitely Perplexing Love.